The fair life
The fair is done, it's time to leave the town
No more going round and round
Cotton candy and carnal apples all fade away
Kids laughing, no longer a play
Midway's quiet now, no more screaming for rides
Kids laughing, adults dreaming with their wide eyes
Workers walk around, packing up their ride
Collecting in the still of the night lots are found
Fair is leaving this town
Ticket sellers nowhere to be found
In the next city, where new memories lie
People waiting eagerly as we say goodbye
Ticket sellers, on their boots now a bear
No voices calling to dent the old air
Rides pull apart, piece by piece they fold
Leaving the magic in harm's swift and bold
The fair is leaving the town
Ticket sellers nowhere to be found
In the next city, where new memories lie
People waiting eagerly as we say goodbye
Kind of old life, only a few traces
We'll be sitting in cities, it's a dream
The fair will carry on, wherever we go
Bringing in money fast, sometimes slow
Ticket sellers nowhere to be found
In the next city, where new memories lie
People waiting eagerly as we say goodbye, goodbye
Kind of old life, only a few traces
We'll be sitting in cities, it's a dream
The fair will carry on, wherever we go
Bringing in money fast, sometimes slow
Fair is leaving this town
Ticket sellers nowhere to be found
In the next city, where new memories lie
People waiting eagerly as we say goodbye
No more going round and round
Cotton candy and carnal apples all fade away
Kids laughing, no longer a play
Midway's quiet now, no more screaming for rides
Kids laughing, adults dreaming with their wide eyes
Workers walk around, packing up their ride
Collecting in the still of the night lots are found
Fair is leaving this town
Ticket sellers nowhere to be found
In the next city, where new memories lie
People waiting eagerly as we say goodbye
Ticket sellers, on their boots now a bear
No voices calling to dent the old air
Rides pull apart, piece by piece they fold
Leaving the magic in harm's swift and bold
The fair is leaving the town
Ticket sellers nowhere to be found
In the next city, where new memories lie
People waiting eagerly as we say goodbye
Kind of old life, only a few traces
We'll be sitting in cities, it's a dream
The fair will carry on, wherever we go
Bringing in money fast, sometimes slow
Ticket sellers nowhere to be found
In the next city, where new memories lie
People waiting eagerly as we say goodbye, goodbye
Kind of old life, only a few traces
We'll be sitting in cities, it's a dream
The fair will carry on, wherever we go
Bringing in money fast, sometimes slow
Fair is leaving this town
Ticket sellers nowhere to be found
In the next city, where new memories lie
People waiting eagerly as we say goodbye
Credits
Writer(s): Angela Hall
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